Dick led the way into the little office and pointed at the gaping hole in the wall. When closed, the door of the compartment fitted so nicely into its place that, standing three feet away, it was almost impossible to tell where it was. To complete the deception, a calendar had been hung down over it from a nail in the wall.
“And you didn’t know a thing about that cabinet?” Surprised, Dick turned upon the factor.
“No, it’s a revelation to me.”
“I wonder from whom he stole the gold.”
Mr. Scott shook his head. “I can’t imagine. It’s all a mystery to me. In spite of the fact that I’ve been working here for nearly three years, I must confess to a complete ignorance of Frazer’s nefarious schemes. I always suspected, however, that he was dishonest and I had almost proved to my satisfaction that he was stealing from the company. It was no surprise to me, therefore, when Mr. MacClaren came over from Fort Good Faith to audit the books.”
Sandy had grown restless and impatient.
“Where’s the gold?” he demanded.
“Come on,” said Dick, leading the way, “and I’ll show you that too.”
Returning to the trading room, he stepped behind the counter, stooped and lifted up for their inspection both poke and gun.
“Do you suppose they’ll come back for it?” the factor inquired nervously.